Mail and Gadgets

Chapter Twenty One - The Breakup (Numerus Duo)

Hi readers,
I hope you like this next chapter.
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Dedicated to T  :-) <T
Enjoy!

'the truth is better off apart,

it just kills me to admit it'
                                     - Anonymous

“Arthit Rojnapat, it was like his name was everywhere today, Kong”. Patricia says, “Everyone I met was talking about him and his situation”. She holds up her fingers to indicate the ‘situation’ part.

Kongpob frowns. The thought that Arthit was actually being gossiped about made him mad. Arthit didn’t deserve it.

“Just like that”. He says under his breath. It wasn’t really a question.

The sky was darkening and small droplets of rain were just starting to fall as a yellow and green city taxi with a black stripe around it’s middle pulls onto the kerb side just outside one of Bangkok’s deluxe apartment buildings. Inside, just coming back from a late dinner, Kongpob was sat in the back seat with Patricia.

“I’ve always thought he’d make a great product tester”

Kong didn’t. Not that he thought Arthit couldn’t do something like that. He’d seen for himself what Arthit could do but that he didn’t think Arthit would be happy doing it. “Why would you think that?” he asks anyway.

They leave the taxi, walking over to the entrance to the building and pushing the large doors open. Kong, always the gentleman, holding the door open as Patricia walks past him.

“Well, he knows everything about anything when it comes to what the public likes. If he likes a certain gadget or comic book, it sells. Even his parents were renowned for their tastes as well”. She says as they walk through another set of doors and enter a brightly lit lobby.

They walk past the small reception desk which was now empty.

“So your going to offer him a job?”

“Yes, why not”. Patricia says with a condescending air. “What else will he do now?”

“You mean, now that he’s destitute”.

Patricia scoffs. “No thanks to you?”.

Kong frowns. That was low. Even for Patricia’s bitchiness. What pissed him off the most though was how right she actually was.

He knows what he did was for the company. In the past he had gone through everything like a robot, just going through the motions, getting what he needed without thinking too much of the consequences. He was a businessman after all. The thing is Kong knows it’s his fault. Arthit has never left his mind since the last time he saw him. That look of sadness in his eyes. He knows that he is mainly to blame but he really didn’t need to be reminded of that fact.

“I don’t think he would go for anything you find for him”. He says, miserably.

“Why not?”

“Because he lacks that killer instinct. He’s never fired anyone. Look at that little store of his. Those people have been there forever”. ‘Until recently’ His mind betrays him.

They move around the side, heading straight towards where the elevators are. As they get nearer, the doors to the elevator closer to them starts to close. Shouting out to hold the elevator, they rush over, as the doors stop and they both enter. The elevator operator/doorman Charlie greets them both.

“Hey, sawadee Mr Sutherlick, miss”. He says, waii-ing and smiling broadly at the pair.

Kong had always thought that Charlie could light up a whole room just with that smile of his. Just like a old sixty watt bulb.
 
“Sawadee, I hope your well”. Kong says giving him a smile back.